Kissy face

Ah, sweet Logan.

Tyson taught him how to give kisses last week and since then he has become a kissing machine. When he gets it in his head that he wants to give you a kiss... you're getting one. Or 17.

I adore it of course. Nothing like feeling baby love in the form of a drooly open mouth pressed against your face, ear, or neck.

Unfortunately it may be time to have a little talk about who we kiss and who we do not kiss. Does he give his grandparents kisses? No. The strange man working at the Fred Meyer jewelry department who gave him a twinkie and then got a little too close? Yes.

And I realize there are more things wrong with the above sentence than just the kissing. He didn't eat the twinkie.

Oh how I love that kid.

Here are a few other things he's been up to lately.

He creates circles of protection with his toys so the LOST smoke monster can't get him.

He sings to me.

He gives me cheesy smiles.

He poops all over his cute outfit and makes me change him.

I got those sandals that he's hiding for $1.50 today by the way. Boo-yah!

And he loves hanging out with his friends.

With no pants on.

He lives a good life, this boy of mine.